[Verse 1: Mr. Muscles]
Yeah, let's get 'em
Yeah, yeah, Muscles
What up Shadow, yeah, Melbourne City
Yeah
We're going all the way to the top with this one, yeah
You feel me, yeah
Muscles
I peep the spot where them mice live
Slide with that sly shit
Think I'd blink an eyelid, must be blind, bitch
I'm ultraviolet, I'm fillin' my requirement, I'm a hybrid
I'm tryna find my right environment
They wanna ride dick, man, they got a tight grip
But they always run and hide when the light's dim
Stuck on this night-shift, bite scripts to be an overnight king
And watch me start swinging like a viking
Ain't no denying it, I'm striking like it's lightning
No more grey clouds in the sky when the light wins
They wanna be a bad boy but the fight's cringe
You're skatin' on something else but life's not an ice rink
[Verse 2: Shadow]
Ay, see, let me welcome you to slaughterhouse
See, this the nightmare that your parents always warned you 'bout
I'm in your dreams, black zombie, I be walking 'round
Kickin' flows to keep you on your toes with the rawest sound
Uh, I'd like to say that Shadow's got heat
You got beef with Sheldon, I guess the job is complete
A lot of people act hard like they concrete
The crackheads in the street wanna hate me 'cause I got teeth
Nah, I'm in the trenches like a soldier don
Depression is my enemy, every day I'ma soldier on
I got the wild style, shocking like I'm Pokemon
Always been a [fire?] child, smoking while I wrote this song
Forever toking bongs, livin' on a higher end
Slit my fuckin' wrists to write this verse 'cause I can't find a pen
Sorry mum, I'm high again
Used to roll with a crew in the night dropping tags on the Mitre 10
[Verse 3: Denter]
Witness the henchness, yeah
From Melbourne all the way to Perth
Posseshot, you know what it is, Denter
The streets get bombarded, some quick to get discarded
Paint in the seats in a secret compartment, get that spliff started
Soon as I start it, hotbox the car as soon as I park it
On some after dark shit, out front of a block of apartments
Apollo 11, embarkin' on that starship
Make sure to hit the target, yeah I'm that marksman
You're gonna get disregarded, get torn apart quick
And those that've sent for me, or mentioned me
Better not tempt me, never running on empty
And those that inspire, better bet they sent me
Not cut of the same cloth or calibre
Need a break, jam on the brakes and squeeze the calipers
Told the boys I was on my way to spit and kill shit
Emotions get spilt quick, like you're chattin' to mates you're on pills with
Yeah, I been digging in those trenches
Only positive intentions, witness the henchness
Bucket of the camo kush flavours I can't mention
Yeah, you thought that they would be invented
[Verse 4: KHARNICLASSIX]
Yeah, introduction like Beat Street
When they used to air the E Street
Street Machine Magazines had flicks of the street meets
LOX on repeat when motherfuckers used to type with [?]
Peep game, find the shade you need to beat the heat
I let the beat speak, graffiti pulling streeties
Runnin' laps like they Koutoufides
Pingers in the FL had the fucking drums peaking
Tracks keep leaking, time keeps creeping
I sink deeper when the dream swims
I just like spliffs, why you tryna be the tree king?
Indiana Jones, through the sand, I'ma fuckin' leap in
Live on the live for the fun times, I make cunts happy
I ain't gotta spit them gun rhymes
You've baked for the one [times?]
I'm never late when the sun shines, yeah
BOOM
